EroticReverie

When I'm done, and he's finished inside of me he grins as he gets up and walks to his bathroom. 

I lay there, my pussy leaking his cum, I can feel it dripping when the faucet turns off and he's walking back with a damp cloth and reaches between my legs and cleans our mess. 

I bite my lip at the intimate act, I feel somehow embarrassed to have him cleaning his cum from me. 

"How sore are you?" he asks. 

I bite my lip and look at him, his eyes flick up to mine from my pussy as he lifts the rag. 

He grins. 

"'I told you" he says. 

"I'm not sure if this dinner thing is real...but I really don't think I'm going to be able to sit." I say.  It's half the truth and half a ploy to figure out if he was being serious or just saying it for the sake of turning me on. 

He grins like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. 

"the dinner....." he smiles as he stands back up straight and takes the cloth back into the bathroom, rinsing it , then cleaning his cock, I can see him in the door, his ass to me, he turns. 

He doesnt finish the sentence, so surely he knows I'm trying to see if he meant it. 

He walks back out and I roll off the bed and stand , he smirks looking down at the heels still on my feet. 

"How did your legs get even hotter?" He asks and steps to me and his hand is in my messy hair and he leans down and I prepare to kiss him but instead he kisses the tip of my nose and I scrunch it as he looks at me and laughs. 

"when is the dinner?" I ask. 

He smirks. "Why...can't wait to let someone use the pretty little mouth that belongs to me?" he says and I shake my head. 

He kisses my mouth this time, and they are gentle, quick pecks, then slowly become longer and his tongue pushes past my lips only slightly. I press against him.

"Did you mean what you said?" he asks. 

I raise an eyebrow as he pulls back slightly, letting him know I'm not sure what he means. 

"When you said you only wanted mine." he says looking at me with a little smile. 

"Yes" I answer without hesitation. 

"Why?" he asks. "You don't like the idea of sucking my friends off under the table....their wives and girlfriends sitting beside them while their hostess is getting a mouthful of their men?" 

I lick my lips and he catches it. 

"You do like the idea." he grins. 

"Does it turn me on? Maybe" I say, and to that he laughs, and I swat his chest. 

"But.." i say and look at him as he raises his brow waiting my response.

"but.." he echos.

"There's no need to feed your ego. You know you can fuck." I say. 

He laughs , actually throwing his head back. 

"Yes I do know. But it never hurts to hear a woman that I enjoy fucking tell me so" he grins 

"Oh, you just 'enjoy' it ?" I roll my eyes using air quotes and push from him but he pulls me back and I'm laughing and so is he. 

"Now who needs their ego fed?" He smirks.  I stick out my tongue and he leans into my ear and whispers, even though there's no need to other than to send shivers down my spine. 

"I don't think I've ever enjoyed a fuck more...than I have these past two days" he says and kisses below my ear, and gently down my neck. 

I sigh and melt, closing my eyes. 

"You drive me crazy" I exhale and his tongue swirls against my skin. 

"How so?" he asks quietly, and I feel his hands reaching behind me and grabbing my ass as his mouth takes it time, slowly pleasing my flesh along my neck. 

"You're so sweet.." I say. He pauses and I feel a twitch of his lip, maybe a smirk. 

"But you're also a depraved fucking bastard" I say and he gives me a little laugh and his hands slip up and to my waist. 

"Are you complaining?" he asks and his mouth is at my jaw and he's kissing along it, then over my cheek, and now one hand holds the opposite side of my face, the other hand on my waist. 

"No" I whisper as his lips brush my face and to the corner of my mouth , then brush over mine. 

"I love it" I whisper. 

He smiles against my lips and kisses the corner of my mouth and along the other side of my face, his lips dragging lightly towards my ears. I shiver as I feel his breath against my ear, his hands switching.

"You're welcome" he whispers and I'm the one to give a laugh now. 

He smiles against my ear and traces the outside with his tongue and then kisses right below it. 

He reaches the hand from my waist down the front of my dress and then his fingers making crawling motion to lift it slowly, his fingers brush over the one garter straps hanging loose, that must have come undone when he ripped my panties. 

"I'm not sharing you with anyone tonight....not for a long time... because....I can't get enough of you Ms. Price" he whispers and I let out a slight whimper. Because its secretly what I want to hear, because I don't want to share him. I want him. He's mine. 

His fingers are slipping up my dress. , pulling it higher. 

"Who was the lady that called?" I ask and his hands freeze. 

"What?" he asks as his fingers continue to pull up my dress, his hands sliding around , gripping my bare ass. 

"The woman who called earlier...." I say and he kisses my neck again, is he buying time for an answer, a lie?

"How would I know? She didn't give you her name" he says. I frown to myself and then push him back gently, rolling my eyes and start to walk away and he laughs. 

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"You might be an amazing fuck Mr. Bryant..." I say with a little bit of sass, calling him by his last name like he always does with me. He smirks a little and I glower at him. 

"But you're a terrible liar." I say and walk into the closet. I don't know why. I don't know his house well enough to even know where I want to walk to when I'm annoyed. I step out of the heels and bend down to pick them up.  He comes walking in and I ignore him, but I can sense he's smug over my jealousy...is that what I am? Jealous? Of course I am...who the fuck is calling him?  I might only be a day old lay in his book, but like I said..I don't want to share him. 

I wait for him to speak , but he just goes about picking out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and slides them on, and then a pair of suit pants, they're dark black. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. Is he going to fucking answer me? Or does he think he doesn't have to? That thought makes me furious. I let out a frustrated sigh. 

"are you serious right now?" I ask him and slap my hand on the glass counter top that houses thousands and thousands worth of jewlery. 

He looks up as if he's dumbfounded while he zips his pants and buttons them. 

I walk around and stand in front of him and slap his hand away from grabbing a belt and he laughs and lowers his head then peers up at me. 

"is there a problem?" he asks. 

"Don't be a dick." I say.  "I asked you a question and you side stepped it like you're hiding something." 

He raises his head and smiles at me.  "Who do you think called?" 

I shake my head and roll my eyes.  "how the fuck would I know Julien?" 

He grins, I can tell he's enjoying my frustration and it only make me more annoyed. 

"Stop fucking smirking" I say and he bites back a bigger grin. 

I slap his face, his hands catches my wrists and the glare is there in his eyes. He enjoys it. I know he does. But the smack was also cause he deserves it. 

"Are you my whore......or my girlfriend Jenna?" he asks holding my wrist in the air, gripping it firmly. 

I blink and step back. 

"W...what?" I ask. 

He raises his brow. 

"I.." I dont have a word. Not a single one. Apparently, I was getting too comfortable too quick. I thought maybe the need we had for each other was more than sex. 

"Well?" he asks. 

I pull my hand down. He holds his grip. 

"Let me go" I say and tug it again and he does. I glare and then walk back over to my side of the closet. But it's not my side. It's his, all of it's his.

"Tell me...do you enjoy being dramatic?" he asks.  I shoot my head to the side and look at him, I bite my tongue, and don't even answer and reach behind my neck and start to take off his clothes. 

"Tell ME..." I say pulling off the dress and letting it fall to the floor. I walk back around to his side. 

"How many whores do you fuck and then do all this fairytale shit too?" I ask, snapping off the straps of the garter belt and then pushing down my nylons as I look at him. 

"I mean...i'll give it to you...you really go all out....but i suppose...all this shit is returnable...and you'll buy it all for the next slut that walks into your office..." I spit and throw the thigh high at him, but it does absolutely nothing but flutter to the ground. 

"Like...what the hell is even your problem? You fuck me like...you just....whatever...and then you take me on a shopping spree , making me buy shit I don't even need, then bring me back to this.." I gesture around his home.

"You tell me I'm going to be staying here.. you DEMAND it...you say and do like these little...itty bitty sweet things to make it seem like its more than what it is apparently....you get women dick drunk..." he laughs at this and I scowl, again he tries to bite back a laugh. 

" You think I'm not going to be curious of a woman who calls and gives me attitude as if i'm not supposed to be here ?!" I exclaim and at this point I've removed the rest of the lingerie. 

"You're actually.. not...supposed to be here" he says. 

My jaw drops. "Wow...just...wow." I throw my hands up. 

"So what....is she ...your wife? A fiance? A scorned ex lover?" I say walking back around , looking for something to wear that he didn't buy me and I slap the clothes hanging from the closet cause I realize none of them belong to me. Other than my cum stained white sun dress somewhere being washed, none of this is mine. 

"You're fucking nuts" he says with a little laugh. 

"Excuse me?" I whirl around. and he's behind me. I step back and he laughs. 

"you....you're....absolutely..." he looks me up and down. " fucking....nuts....and...naked...yelling at me..." he says. 

"It's kind of turning me on." he says and I grit my teeth. 

"God, youre such a dick" I say.  "I need my sundress" I say and cross my arms. 

"Why?" he asks. 

"Because I want to go home" I say. 

He shakes my head. "Can't" 

"Yes...I fucking can" I say. 

"First of all...I already told you...you live here now....with me...." i go to speak and he holds up a hand and cuts me off. 

"You had your little tantrum..." he says. "Now shut up. It's my turn." 

My eyes widen in rage at him telling me to shut up, but I fucking do. I can tell by the tiny pull at the corner of his lips this pleases him 

"Second... I said you don't belong here...because contrary to what you think....I've never had a woman live here with me...and if I knew any better...I'd keep that going....but....your pussy has a fucking magnet in it...that my cock can't keep away from" he says. 

"Third....I really dont know who was on the fucking phone...so calm your jealous little ass.." he says. 

"I'm not j--" I say and he puts a hand up.

"Yes you fucking are...and as dramatic as it makes you...as toxic as it may be...i love to watch you lose your shit over a fucking phone call....then strip yourself down while yelling at me.." he grins. 

I hate him, god I fucking hate him, cause I want to slap the shit out of him, and also sit on the smug fucking face of his until he makes me cum a dozen times. 

He licks his lips now looking me up and down, and i don't want to notice it, but he's actually rock hard , and the bulge in his perfectly fitted black suit pants tells me all of this really did turn this fucker on.  He doesn't give a shit that I'm crazy, as long as it's for him. 

"But I'm not crazy!" I say. 

He smiles. "Okay, you're not" 

"fuck you" I say. 

"I mean we could...you're already dressed for such an occasion" he teases gesturing at me standing there still crossing my arms absolutely naked. 

I glare at him, part of me deep down wants to let out a slight laugh at his little joke. Fucking bastard. 

"You can't do that...you can't play with me...I need to know what's going on here.." I say. 

He laughs. "What do you mean?" 

"you asked if I was your whore , or your girlfriend" I say. 

He shrugs. "I was kidding.., and thought it'd get you wet....but...you went all cra..." I eye him and he pauses. 

"You....in a completely ..calm...and rational manner.." he bites back a laugh. "uhhh...you...politely stormed off" 

My lips tighten as I scowl and he laughs. 

"I told you....this is OUR place... I don't buy you things to play a game...I like buying pretty women, pretty things.....do I ever let them keep those things here? No.....so...miss mood swing....miss not crazy what so ever... get your naked ass over here." He points to the floor in front of him. 

"And kiss me....and then get on your knees and give me a proper apology for being such a jealous...girlfriend" he says the word, knowing that's the one I was unsure of.

"No" I say, because I realize i did make it overly dramatic, but how was I to know, when he said whore of girlfriend he was just trying to make me feel like a whore so I could get turned on, maybe he didn't realize how mad I already was at him escaping the phone call question.  

"Pretty please" he says rubbing his hand over his cock through his pants. 

"You look so hot" he says. "when you were yelling at me...stripping off those fucking panty hose...and throwing them at me." he smiles. 

"Shut up" I fight a smile. 

"get your ridiculous ass over here" he says. I stay in my spot and he steps closer and I don't move.

"Should I give my apology first?" he grins and lowers himself down looking at me as his hands grab my hips and he gets to his knees. 

"Julien.." I say, but he forces me to catch my balance by grabbing onto the glass counter top when he lifts one of my legs and kisses my cunt. 

"she almost took you away from me.." he says into my pussy. His tongue drags over my slit and I can't help but laugh and tremble at the same time. I let out a tiny moan. 

"No....she's not crazy....not at all" he whispers and I laugh, but it's replaced with a moan as he sinks two fingers up inside of me and his mouth closes in on my clit and sucks it , pulling gently at it with his lips. My legs tremble. 

"she's a just a little jealous...that's all" he says as his mouth lets go.

"oh my god.." I say, in annoyance. "Shut the fuck up" I say and grab his head with a laugh. He laughs against my pussy and then his tongue gets to work. 

I bite my lip as his fingers move slowly, in and out and I can feel myself already drenching his fingers.  His cock, has literally made me crazy, along with his fingers, and his mouth, and..god that fucking tongue. I feel my legs tremble and I hold onto the counter, my hand accidentally swiping one of the bracelet stands knocking it to the floor. 

He groans into me. 

"You taste so fucking good baby" he groans as his tongue laps at me and as I go to say something I'm forced into a moan instead as he sucks my clit and fingers me faster, and curls those fingers just right. 

I yelp as I feel my body tremble and I start to cum. I use my hand on his head and my hand on the glass to keep myself as balanced as I can, but standing on only one leg makes it impossible. I yelp almost falling over and he lets my other leg down so I can at least have two unsteady legs, and he's burying his face into my pussy the best he can , and pulls me down gently to the closet floor, I almost collapse, his mouth following me, as best it can, his fingers never leaving my cunt. I let myself fall back, hands on his head as he licks, and licks and licks, not stopping, giving me one more apology as another orgasm runs through me and I squeeze my eyes shut tight and scream out as it pulses through every fucking vein. I shake, involuntarily, I lose control and fall into it, letting my body make the movements like theres an electric current being sent through me. 

I pant as he pulls himself up over me, kissing up my body slowly making me shiver with goosebumps as he does and I want to lift my legs around him to hold him as close to me as I can, but barely have the energy to lift my arms as i slip them between his arms and around his back as he lays lightly ontop of me, my chest against his. 

I can feel his hard cock pushing into my through his pants. 

I reach down and grab it, I undo the button and his zipper.

He looks at me. "Babe..no" he says. 

"Yes...fuck the jealousy out of me..." I say with a half smirk, still trying to recover from my orgasm. 

"But I like it" he says. 

"Then just fuck me and tell me you're mine" I say. 

He smiles and leans down and kisses me. "You're mine"